My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 4

Sometimes, you just want to poison the version of yourself who just spoke and make them mute.

Like Qiao En’en right now.

Wait, doesn’t Fu Qianshan usually get up at six every morning to work in his study?

Why is he up so late today?

And of all times, he had to overhear something he shouldn’t have heard?

Men, you really need to work harder!

How can you get up so late? How are you going to earn money for Madam Fu to spend?

Heh, just letting off some steam.

Wait a minute… is this a smut novel?

Ahhhhh! Fu Qianshan wouldn’t get any wild ideas and actually hold me in his arms tonight, would he?

If he just held me, that would be one thing, but what if it’s like those descriptions in smut novels…

Qiao En’en panicked.

After all, most men in smut novels aren’t exactly normal. They all just…

Unbeknownst to her, Fu Qianshan, who had heard her thoughts and hadn’t slept well all night, frowned deeply, his eyes chillingly cold.

This woman is acting wronged now?

And then she has the nerve to say such nonsense the moment I step out?

Is she spouting nonsense again?

The man dangerously lifted his eyelids, his gaze icy and predatory.

The moment Fu Qianshan appeared, Fu Mingli’s arrogant demeanor vanished instantly. She straightened up, standing rigidly at attention.

As one of only two children in the Fu Family, Fu Mingli was accustomed to being pampered and spoiled. Yet she always behaved impeccably in front of her cousin, Fu Qianshan, barely daring to utter a word.

Today was no different.

No, wait.

Summoning her courage, Fu Mingli strode up to Fu Qianshan, pointed at Qiao En’en, and began to tattle, Brother, she just said…

Before she could finish, Fu Mingli met her brother’s icy, warning gaze, and the rest of her words choked in her throat.

Why is he stopping me? she wondered. He usually ignores Qiao En’en completely. What’s different today?

I know! He must be in a bad mood because he opened the door first thing this morning and saw that annoying Qiao En’en.

With this thought, Fu Mingli turned to glare at Qiao En’en, silently sneering. Her expression seemed to say Hmph, saying you won’t sleep with my brother? What a delusional fantasy! So what if you’re pretty? Hmph!

Qiao En’en, who understood Fu Mingli’s unspoken message and knew she was in the wrong, could only remain silent.

Whatever, I won’t stoop to arguing with a brat, she thought, lowering her head and inwardly grumbling. Fu Qianshan, can you stop staring at me like that? It’s terrifying…

Waaah, I was wrong, okay? I promise I won’t brag next time.

Unexpectedly, the System chimed in  Host, according to your character setting, you need to get Fu Qianshan to forgive you and stop being angry. 

Qiao En’en was dumbfounded.  …Huh? 

If you don’t, you won’t be able to move.

Qiao En’en  … 

Left with no choice, Qiao En’en nervously stepped past Fu Mingli, then slowly approached the man in the wheelchair.

Under his dark, inscrutable gaze, she took a deep breath, then another.

Finally, she leaned in tentatively toward his ear.

Bending slightly at the waist, her large, captivating eyes fixed on the man inches away, she lowered her voice and pleaded, Mr. Fu, I was wrong. I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry, okay?

If you’re not angry, I… I’ll help you tonight?

To emphasize her point, Qiao En’en deliberately stressed the words help you.

Fu Qianshan would never actually let me help him, hehe.

Little did she know, the man in the wheelchair, who could hear her thoughts, visibly stiffened.

Qiao En’en secretly congratulated herself on her cleverness when she heard the man’s cold, dismissive snort. Are you sure?

Startled, Qiao En’en looked up and met Fu Qianshan’s dark, enigmatic gaze, his expression unreadable.

Fu Qianshan, with his tall stature and long legs, sat almost at eye level with Qiao En’en. With just a slight tilt of his head, his icy gaze captured every trace of nervousness in her eyes.

From Fu Qianshan’s perspective, the warm overhead lighting bathed Qiao En’en’s delicate, beautiful face, a faint blush creeping across her fair skin, making her appear exceptionally soft and endearing.

Her luminous, rabbit-like eyes fluttered nervously, and her tender lips parted slightly, like a sweet, juicy peach in summer, silently inviting something.

As if she truly intended to help him.

Gu Qingze stared at the woman before him, his icy gaze growing increasingly profound.

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en, having recovered from her initial panic, nodded weakly. Y-yes, I’m sure.

No way, no way… Is Fu Qianshan really going to make me help him? W-well, it’s not like I’m the one being held in his hand.

Ah, no, no, no…

Scenes like this in R-rated novels are too, too stimulating! Qiao En’en blinked forcefully, refusing to dwell on the thought.

The man closed his eyes briefly, his cold, oppressive voice reaching Qiao En’en’s ears.

Qiao En’en.

Shut up.

His long, pale hands tugged lightly at his tie, his gaze, barely suppressing fury, landed on her face for a fleeting moment before he looked away.

Come with me.

Qiao En’en, who had only intended to make a flippant remark, was stunned.

What’s happening? Is Fu Qianshan… taking me away?

Where is he taking me?

Could it be…?

Terrified, Qiao En’en followed the man into the elevator.

No, it can’t be… right? Fu Qianshan wouldn’t… do that so early in the morning…

Even though this man’s looks and physique are practically perfect, every detail exactly what I’ve always wanted…

No, no, no! What do I do? What do I do?

I should never have made such a bold claim! Waaah!

Qiao En’en—

The man in the electric wheelchair, moving ahead, cut her off with a cold voice. You’re being too loud. Shut up.

A bewildered Qiao En’en thought,  Huh? I haven’t said a word. What’s so loud? 

Why does he keep telling me to shut up? Fu Qianshan, you’re being incredibly rude.

Fu Qianshan remained silent.

He needed to uncover the secret behind this woman as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, he feared he might lose control and throw her out.

Meanwhile, Fu Mingli, who had been observing Qiao En’en and Fu Qianshan’s interactions from behind, was utterly bewildered ???????????

What’s going on?

Am I dreaming?

Her cousin, Fu Qianshan—the ruthless and decisive businessman, the aloof and cold man who avoided women to the point of inhumanity—had actually left with Qiao En’en without even eating breakfast?

And they were exchanging glances? Flirting with their eyes?

Fu Mingli rubbed her eyes vigorously, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Suddenly remembering something, she quickly made a call.

Yuening, I told you to come, but you wouldn’t listen.

Now my brother has taken Qiao En’en away without even eating breakfast.

Where did they go? How would I know?

I’ll ask Special Assistant Chen later and let you know.

Fu Mingli had originally planned to invite her best friend, Jiang Yuening, over to the old mansion while her brother was visiting, hoping to create opportunities for them to get closer. But Jiang Yuening had claimed to be too busy with work and couldn’t make it.

And now?

Top floor of the most prestigious private hospital in Suzhou.

In the Dean’s office, Qiao En’en sat leisurely in the Dean’s chair, playing on her phone.

She occasionally glanced at the man standing nearby, listening to the Dean’s report, and asked the System, puzzled Why did Fu Qianshan bring me here?

This scene isn’t in the novel either.

And what’s with Fu Qianshan? He wouldn’t let her eat breakfast this morning and instead dragged her to the hospital for a battery of tests?

Even more absurdly, they included a hormone panel?

A hormone panel, for crying out loud!

Could it be… Fu Qianshan is planning to have a child with me?

No way… right?

Do the men in these restricted novels move this fast?

Fortunately, the Dean disinfected and re-bandaged her calf, assuring her that a tetanus shot wasn’t necessary.

Only then did Qiao En’en finally relax.

Otherwise, getting injured during a single transmigration would be bad enough, but to also…

The System burst into laughter.  Host, you’re overthinking things! In this world, every man except the cold-hearted villain Fu Qianshan only loves the female lead. The villainous boss wouldn’t want to have a child with you. 

But what happened after I logged off last night? I don’t understand why he brought you to the hospital either.

The System wasn’t constantly online.

For example, it would automatically shut down when the Host was asleep or when the human Host was engaged in certain… indescribable activities with others.

Fu Qianshan, who was listening to the Dean’s report, suddenly heard Qiao En’en’s inner thought Having a baby.

Fu Qianshan ……

Who wants to have a baby with her?

Can’t she think about something else?

President Fu, according to the current examination results, Madam Fu’s health is perfectly normal, with no discomfort, the Dean reported respectfully. Except…

Hearing this, the man withdrew his gaze from Qiao En’en and turned to the Dean. Except what?

Except she’s slightly anemic. She needs to eat more nutritious foods.

Anemic?

Fu Qianshan frowned.

The next moment, Qiao En’en, who had been playing on her phone, leaned in.

Her eyes curved into a sweet smile as she said earnestly, For you, I’ll eat properly and take good care of myself.

Then, she very obediently held out her hands, palms up, toward the man in the wheelchair, blinking her soft, innocent eyes.

The meaning was clear Sugar daddy, time for my allowance!

Just kidding, hehe.

Fu Qianshan ……?

Sugar daddy?

Daddy?

Qiao En’en called him Sugar Daddy?

Remembering Special Assistant Chen’s monthly transfers of her allowance, the man chuckled in exasperation.

After dismissing the Dean from his office, Fu Qianshan glanced at Qiao En’en’s freshly bandaged calf.

His slender, pale hand pressed lightly against his own leg, leaving no visible mark.

The man’s gaze darkened as he recalled the Dean’s words.

He quickly suppressed the emotion in his eyes.

Pressing the wheelchair’s control button, he turned the chair around, opened the door, and rolled out of the office.

Left alone, Qiao En’en watched Fu Qianshan’s retreating figure—his powerful aura undiminished even in a wheelchair—and shrugged nonchalantly.

I knew getting money from him wouldn’t be this easy.

After all, Fu Qianshan’s special assistant had just transferred her monthly allowance of five million yuan to her account a few days ago.

Thinking of the over twenty million yuan in her account, Qiao En’en followed Fu Qianshan out of the Dean’s office with a cheerful spring in her step.

What should I eat later? It’s a shame my leg injury requires dietary restrictions, otherwise I’d really want some numbing and spicy hotpot. Or… maybe I’ll go eat…

Honestly, not having to wake up early and work late, with plenty of savings to squander as she pleased, felt incredibly liberating.

Speaking of restricted content, what do people who don’t work in those stories even do?

Watch adult pole dancing?

Still indulging in the decadent pleasures of nightlife? 188club?

Lost in thought, Qiao En’en didn’t notice the man in the wheelchair ahead suddenly turn around after hearing her thoughts. Caught off guard, she tumbled onto his lap.

Ah—!

Panicked, Qiao En’en instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck as she fell into his embrace.

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, the air around them seemed to freeze.

Dazed, Qiao En’en blinked, her body reflexively trying to move off his lap.

But because it contradicted her character’s established persona, she found herself completely unable to move!

Waaah, Fu Qianshan, push me away!

Outwardly, she felt the firm muscles of his thighs, oblivious to the way his brows furrowed and his body stiffened slightly as she pressed against him.

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en’s mind was in utter chaos. She belatedly realized a crucial detail Fu Qianshan’s legs were paralyzed.

Suddenly, the explicit content of the smut novel she’d read the previous night flashed through her mind.

In her imagination, the aloof, abstinent man in the wheelchair spoke calmly, his voice low and measured Get on. Move yourself.

Aaaah, don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!

Fu Qianshan, what are you waiting for? Push me away!

Fu Qianshan, who had simultaneously witnessed the sudden image in Qiao En’en’s mind, instantly turned icy and menacing. Qiao En’en—

Get off.

Qiao En’en ……

Waaah, I want to get off too!